Chapter 7
Sometime during the party, Carl had arranged for Karen to meet with one of Harvey's clients. His name was Dave Travis, and he was the marketing director for one of the big tobacco companies. Karen wasn't exactly thrilled, since cigarettes can't be advertised on television any more. If she got a contract, it would be strictly print work, which pays less than commercials.
But Carl convinced her to have dinner with him anyway. His proposal might be better than either of them thought, and something is always better than nothing.
Since she was meeting a potential employer, Karen dressed as sexily as the night before. Sex sells cigarettes, and she had to show him she had it in abundance. Her neckline was low to show plenty of cleavage and her skirt was high to show plenty of thigh, but both stopped short of looking cheap. Carl gave his approval as she waited for the limo to arrive.
When the chauffeur opened the door for her and helped her into the long, black limousine, she got her first look at Dave Travis, a large man with a fat cigar leisurely rolling within one hand. Thankfully, it wasn't lit. Karen studied him as they made small talk on the way to the restaurant.
While overweight, he didn't appear to be rolling in fat. He looked like an out-of-shape athlete, a once good physique gone soft with middle-age. In spite of his extra pounds, he was still a handsome man and must have been a real catch in his prime. But now, with his suit pants pulled across his heavy thighs and his stomach falling over his belt, he was less attractive than he should have been.
When they arrived at the restaurant and were seated in a padded, leather booth, Dave scooted next to her so their legs were side by side. That was Karen's first indication that Dave had more on his mind than dinner and casual conversation. And she regretted having worn such a sexy dress, her attire feeding his lust.
As they sipped on their first cocktails, Dave spoke more to her tits than to her face. His eyes rarely raised up to meet hers, and one hand found its way onto her exposed knee. Before she had to come up with a way to tactfully get his hand off her leg, dinner arrived. She had been rescued by Alaskan King Crab legs, but not for long.
Halfway through dinner, his hand was back on her leg, higher this time. His fingers skimmed across her nylons until they met the hemline of her skirt. He gently squeezed her thigh then sent his hand slinking up her leg like an inching spider slowly nearing her cunt.
His hand didn't stop until her skirt was stretched across her crotch, his fingers curving over the top of her thigh to rest against her pussy. Karen glanced around the restaurant, feeling exposed, wondering if anyone could see beneath the table.
Dave continued to eat with one hand while his other stroked over the soft fabric of her panties. His fingers wormed between the lips of her cunt, and Karen shoved a crab leg into her mouth to keep from squealing. Sucking hard, she felt her clit stiffen as Dave slowly rubbed along her heating gash. Blood rushed into her little nub, strengthening it, swelling it into a throbbing erection beneath his moving hand.
"Eat up, honey," Dave said, removing his hand from her cunt. "I'm looking forward to a little hair pie for dessert."
Karen didn't react, her mind trying to imagine what it would be like to fuck him. His hand had gotten her pussy horny and hungry for cock, but the rest of Dave's body was not exactly inspiring lust. Then she remembered this was business, an opportunity to better her chances at a long-term job. If she had to, she could fake arousal. She had done it before.
Dave didn't try anything in the limo on the way to his hotel. He saved it all for the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was on her like ticks on a coon dog. His mouth kissed up and down her neck as his hands traveled up and down her back. They came to rest on her ass. Grinding his mass against her, Dave was suddenly a man in desperate need.
Karen pushed and shoved on his shoulders until they were finally separated. "Slow down, lover. There's no reason to hurry."
"Yes there is! My hunger's never satisfied until I've had my dessert!"
"It's here, honey, and ain't goin' nowhere. Let's get undressed and into bed so we can both enjoy it. Okay?"
Karen watched in fascinated curiosity as Dave instantly began to shed his clothes. She stripped, too, and when they faced each other in just their underwear, Karen began to anticipate her new adventure. She couldn't see any signs of his prick in his boxer shorts, his stomach pulling the fabric away from his crotch, so she had no idea if his dick was already erect, or if his meat hung limply between his heavy thighs.
His T-shirt inched up his belly, exposing a deep and dark navel in the center of firm flesh. He was actually pretty solid, not as flabby and jiggling as Karen had assumed he would be. As his T-shirt lifted over his head, Karen dropped her bra to the floor. Standing bare-chested, she waited for him to go for his shorts before she reached for her panties.
"Oh, baby, what pretty tits!" Dave exclaimed, his eyes raking over her naked breasts before dropping down to stare at her covered cunt. "But give me a sample of that pie you're hiding. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," he said with a chuckle. i
He sent his shorts down his legs, stepping out of them to reveal his flaccid prick. His cock was short and stubby, like one of the cigars he always played with but never lit, his dick's hole staring at her like a Cyclops. Curly hairs surrounded his dick in disarray, tangled and trapped in the wrinkly folds of his short shaft. His nuts were bumped forward by thighs that met in a fleshy mass. His hands played with his soft meat and tugged on his tightened balls as he awaited the unveiling of her snatch.
Karen eased her panties over her pussy, taking her time, tempting him with the sight of her furry mound. She angled each leg across her crotch as she slipped the panties off each foot, concealing her cunt, keeping the baring of her box sexy and seductive.
But as soon as she was naked, Dave ordered her to sit on the bed. "Spread 'em, honey. Let me look at that hairy cunt. Open your fucking cunt, baby, and show me that big clit I felt during dinner."
Karen sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide. Dave's vulgar commands were not what she had expected, but they were arousing in a lewd sort of way. Her sex lips sat slightly parted to give him a sensuous hint of the pink luxury awaiting his cock. Her hands slipped into her crotch to play the folds of her cunt over the soft interior flesh of her warming slit.
Dave stood several feet away from the bed, his eyes glued to the performance unfolding between Karen's thighs, his hand massaging soft muscle into sturdy flesh. His dick grew and grew as Karen fondled her twat. The wrinkles in his shaft vanished as his cockhead steadily inched away from his groin. What had once been so small and unimpressive now telescoped into an erection that was sure to please. Karen was amazed that so much meat had developed out of such meager beginnings.
Even with a hard-on now staring her in the face, Karen's cunt remained dry. Her pussy just wasn't yet excited enough about the impending penetration offered by Dave's approaching boner. She had the feeling that his mass was going to make their coupling more of a chore than a party.
She slipped her finger down her valley and into her hole, working it around to get her juices started. She felt moisture dot her finger, but her cunt was definitely not ready to easily accept an ungreased prick. She worked harder, pumped a little faster.
"Hold on, baby, let me do that!" Dave said, lowering onto his knees between her parted legs.
She slipped her hand out of her crotch and let him place his fingers within her gash. He widened the gap between her soft lips and exposed her delicate tissues to his reaching tongue. He made one lick along her sensitive slit before targeting the entrance to her buried treasures.
His tongue circled slowly before poking inside her cunt. He lazily stroked through her hole, and Karen fell back on the bed. Her snatch steadily warmed and increased the amount of fluids bathing his probing tongue. Her hands massaged her tits as she thought of Carl as the man eating her pussy.
His fingers spread to cover nearly the full length of her crack, and he kept tugging on her folds to stretch her tender flesh. The harder he pulled on the lips of her cunt, the deeper his face buried itself in her gash. His nose pressed against her stiff and pulsing clit, his fleshy cheeks swamping the entirety of her parted crevice, his chin nuzzling and threatening to give her pussy whisker burns. But just when her pleasure was beginning to send strong signals through her body, Dave extracted his face from her twat.
He hoisted himself back to his feet, his hand returning to stroke his cock. "That was sweet, baby, but I gotta fuck ya. Get up on the bed, and get ready for my dick! Baby, my cock's drippin' for your cunt!"
Karen moved to the center of the bed, watching his bulky frame get into position between her legs. The mattress sank beneath his weight, dropping her ass into a channel as wide as his kneeling body. She spread her legs as far apart as she could to slightly elevate her pussy, her hips angling upward the best they could.
Dave licked his hand and swabbed the head of his dick several times. Then he grabbed his shaft and began to aim his cock at her cunt. His stomach led the way as his legs stretched out behind him, his left arm holding his torso above her.
All Karen could see was his hanging belly, but she felt his balls skim down the lips of her cunt before he laid his cock atop her crack. His stomach met hers to envelop her in heat and skin as his dickhead played between the folds of her cooze. He quickly found the opening to her cunt and pushed against her entrance. His knob began to enlarge her hole, slowly at first, just a wetting of the tight object of his lust.
As soon as his cockhead slipped into her pussy, he released the tension in his arm and let his full weight bear down on top of her. He pushed her body deeper into the bed, her hole closing more tightly around his rod, her cunt sinking beneath his mass. The downward movement drew his dick into her gash, his cock steadily climbing up her hugging tunnel.
With his sturdy erection advancing, he withdrew his hand and brought both of them up to her tits. Clamping his fingers around each of her breasts, his total weight lay on top of her crotch. Most of Karen's body was smothered in flesh.
In spite of his weight, excitement sparked in her pussy as his cock began to work its magic. His dick was all the way in her box, his ass circling to probe the nooks and crannies of her cunt. Her pussy finally started to juice, to bathe his cock for a smooth and effortless glide in and out of her expanded circle.
Being pressed so deeply into the mattress, Karen's pussy wrapped itself snugly around his thrusting prick, guaranteeing his cockhead would never escape her clasping cunt. His dick belonged to her pussy and gradually enlivened the activity in her innermost depths.
Dave pumped his hips slowly, his hands gripping her tits, his stomach rolling up and down her abdomen in rippling waves. His belly wasn't quite as firm as she had first supposed. It was soft and warm, soothingly comfortable against her rocking body.
Karen raised one leg and lowered it onto his ass to allow him better penetration of her heating snatch. A small fire burned inside her, the flames growing toward mutual satisfaction as her foot bounced rhythmically against his hairy and fleshy butt.
When Dave attached his mouth to one soft nipple, he began to thrust his dick in earnest. The heat of his mounting speed lifted a sweaty scent to her nose. She inhaled deeply to capture the heady musk of sex. It stirred her pussy, building a fantasy of sweat-drenched bodies at the gym, pumping iron in shimmering nakedness.
Karen began to fuck him back, working her cunt along his hard shaft in slick strokes, her twat alive with an effusion of flowing fluids. All worry vanished as her cunt was now wildly wet, his dick sloshing through her liquids in banging excitement.
"What a hot, fucking box!" Dave exclaimed, his face raised above her growing nipple. "I'm gonna pound your pussy into mush!"
"Oh, shut up and suck my tit!" Karen said, not wishing to hear any more of his vulgar comments. "Just keep pumping that prick of yours. Faster, if you can. Put all that weight behind it!"
Dave did just that. His ass rose higher into the air and dropped, plowing his cock deeply into her craving cunt. His mouth returned to her breast, his teeth gently locking around her hardened nipple, his tongue circling and bathing. His fingers massaged her boobs as his ass rose and fell with hard-driving speed. Her pussy accepted every plummeting jab and wanted more, needed a thorough ramming to produce a flamboyant climax.
Karen slipped the heel of her foot into his ass crack, rubbing it up and down his sweating channel to inspire even greater speed. His hips reacted with short, quick stabs at her box, his cock jiggling and bouncing between the walls of her grasping cunt. That increased the intensity of the fire in her liquid center, a fire now sure to erupt into a raging torrent of flaming orgasm.
Dave lifted his face off her tit to pant above her chest in gasping breaths. His weight and his new pace took a heavy toll on his lungs, his mouth opened wide in desperation. Sucking in air, his stomach played against her body like giant bellows, and Karen's hands suddenly had to know the feel of his flesh.
Her fingers probed along his sides and felt the smooth shape of his torso, the soft roundness of his upper body. It was a turn-on Karen never thought possible. Her hands filled with his overweight body, kneading and massaging his hot skin. Her fingers sank into the folds of flesh upon his chest, her hands surrounding his tits and toying with his own stiffening nipples.
She was surprised by the pleasure obtained from holding onto his flabby pecs, her palms sensing resistance from the hard knobs within their centers. The sensation was not un-like fondling a woman's breasts, and she raised her head to take a nipple between her lips. But that was impossible. His hair-circled nubs were too far away to even get in one lick.
Her head dropped back to the pillow as Dave's cock made a tremendous stab at her cunt, his ass cheeks clenched, perspiration dripping from his chin.
"Oh, lover!" Karen blurted. "Do that again!"
She didn't know exactly what nerve his dick had touched, but she wanted his cock to touch it again and again. A wave of dynamic pleasure rushed to her head in an explosive burst of sensitive ecstasy. Apparently, Dave's dick had discovered an erogenous zone she didn't know she had, and she needed him to find it again. Whatever his dick had accidentally banged into brought her orgasm to sparkling activity. Her climax changed from a smoldering fire to a churning volcano.
Dave plowed into her pussy with the same ferocity, but didn't again find that special spot. It was one of those chance events which are rarely repeated. Karen rocked her hips in an attempt to help his cock rediscover the nerve that had so thrilled her, but it just wasn't meant to be.
Despite a touch of disappointment, there was a great deal more to enjoy. Karen settled beneath him, knowing he'd eventually bring her to fulfillment. She relaxed and let his mound of bouncing flesh claim her body.
His thrusting cock provided her pussy with extreme pleasure, and Karen quite forgot about the size of the man fucking her cunt. He suddenly seemed weightless, her snatch too lost in the rising joy of climax to feel anything but rapture. The strong and rhythmically stroking dick trapped within her twat sinfully erased all other thoughts. The bliss of a good fuck was all that mattered. And Dave had turned out to be a good fuck.
"I'm gonna cum!" Dave abruptly announced with a moan and a gasp. "I'm gonna.. .I'm gonna.. . " Dave apparently had more to say, but couldn't fit the words between his furious gulps for air.
"Do it, lover! Don't talk. Just do it!" Karen yelled, her head rolling from side to side as her own climax speedily neared eruption. She silently prayed he would keep stroking through his release, would maintain the stimulating motion that would bring her juices pouring out.
Her leg slipped off his sweat-drenched butt, both knees rising next to his madly pounding ass. Her legs flopped back and forth to work her pussy around his stabbing stake, to provoke each of them into splattering orgasm.
Dave dove into her hot box, tumbling into the blistering heat of paradise. His cock buried itself up to its thickened base, his balls pressed against her crotch. He stopped. He held his body still as if gathering the needed strength for one last attack upon her sweltering cunt. Or so Karen hoped. She needed his dick pummeling her pussy to burst the dam on her swirling climax.
Dave drew in a long, noisy breath then charged at her twat. His prick was a steam engine of endless power, his thrusts deep, his strokes fast and thrilling. His face quickly reddened with his frantic effort and sweat streamed down his cheeks. His cock pumped madly, driving hard, his fire stoked. Rapidly, frenetically, his hips pounded against her pussy.
Karen couldn't move on her own. His deep, heavenly thrusts pinned her to the bed, her crotch bouncing along his runaway locomotive. Her cunt was so wrapped up in its own excitement that she didn't feel the beginnings of his climax. All of a sudden, the back of her box was being drenched. Shot after shot exploded in a salvo of splattering spunk. The heat of their fuck was insignificant to the heat of his blasting jizz.
With his cream still bursting into her snatch, it was Karen's turn to release. Dave kept up his enchanting rhythm as he covered her cunt in cum, his blazing load the final jolt needed by her.
Her eruption showered over the walls of her pussy, drenching his cock in fiery lava. Dave screamed around her orgasm. Karen screamed as her floodgates opened fully to drown his suddenly stilled dick in the powerful discharge from deep inside her body. They weren't fucking anymore; they were reaping the beautiful benefits of fucking.
Unable to tolerate the amount of pleasure consuming his body, Dave collapsed on top of her. Karen struggled beneath his weight, her chest heaving against his.
"Holy shit!" Dave said next to her ear. "I haven't fucked like that in years! That's some hot twat you got, baby!"
"Thanks," Karen said politely. "Now, would you mind getting off me?"
"Sure, baby. Guess I should go on a diet," he said, slipping his dick out of her cunt and rolling onto the bed. His stomach rose up next to her like Mount McKinley, his cock slowly softening over his pink and hairy balls.
Karen chose not to agree with him about going on a diet, and said instead, "That was nice. For a big man, you're really good."
Dave slapped his belly, which jiggled and gyrated like Jello. "More bounce to the ounce," he said with a chuckle. "Give me a minute, and I'm sure I can get my dick hard again." He sent one hand down to play with his limp cock.
"I'm sure you can, but I should be going." Karen got up from the bed and began to dress.
Dave watched her intently, his hand pulling and tugging on his dick until it once again stood in his crotch. "See. Told you I could. Reconsider?" he asked mournfully.
"No, I really can't. Maybe some other time," she responded, dressing more quickly.
"I'll be in touch," Dave said as she headed for the door.
"With Carl," she answered quickly. "He handles all of my affairs."
"I'll bet he does."
Karen wasn't sure what he meant, but didn't question him as she left his room. She didn't know where to find the chauffeur, if he was even on duty, so grabbed a cab.
Fucking a fat guy had not been repulsive as she had once thought it would be. In fact, it had been quite an enjoyable experience. It proved that a good cock is the important thing and what's attached to it is just window dressing. She wouldn't be so hesitant the next time an overweight man approached her. Even at 32, Karen was still learning about life.